Gone Fishing [Blitz | Kaplan]
Dec 30, 2015 12:21:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 12:21:37 GMT -5
Itzal Usoa
I think I like the winter most of all. There’s the hot coffee in the mornings that tastes so much better when your fingers are cold and numb from the night’s frost. There’s the way the ice forms in long, thick crystals off the tin roof. And don’t forget how the top of the river freezes over, and snow that covers up all the black and brown in the forest. It’s like the whole world is saying it’s time to start over, to forget about all that’s happened and that something new is coming. I know I’m just being too rosy, that the world doesn’t work that way. But I don’t mind. It’s better coming out and thinking that there’s something good on its way than that this cold is here to freeze us solid.
It’s early morning when I get to the river sheet. This year it froze a few weeks ago, and I’m careful to edge not too far off the shore. Plenty of boys have fallen straight through and disappeared forever. At least, that’s what I remember hearing back when I was kid, when they told us to stay away from this part of the district for fear we’d all disappear. But today people are huddled up in their homes, and others are still celebrating the end of the games. I take to the ice and start to chisel, to crack, to break away the pieces. It takes a good twenty minutes, but I pry my gloves off to pull away the ice and expose the rush of water underneath.
With a pole in one hand, a piece of line, and a hook, I dip into the water. Today’s a good day for fishing, and dinner’s going to be a good one. I sit back and smile.